Lines upon the Multimedia and Internet-enabled Mobile Phone Newly Produced by the Apple Corporation

Lover, I have no need of you. Sweet lover, please be gone, for your pretty face will be erased when I turn my iPhone on.
It pays my bills and combs my spam and self-selects my porn, and I can watch John Stossel while I'm listening to John Zorn.
Lover, my dented mattress, and the warm dent in my heart — these you-shaped absences I feel, now that we’re apart.
But you and hearts and mattresses are from another era — now I watch A Night in Paris while I’m listening to Pantera.
Rattling into Ruggles, creaky Kenmore, dark Back Bay, I Photoshop, I text myself, I blog the blues away, I think of you, my lover, and the fineness of your wrist . . .
And then I listen to the Shins, while watching Schindler’s List.

GETTING TO KNOW PHILIP LARKIN WITH A NEW EDITION OF HIS POEMS | April 26, 2012 "A smash of glass and a rumble of boots/Electric trains and a ripped-up phonebooth/Paint-spattered walls and the cry of a tomcat/Lights going out, and a kick in the balls." These lines are not by Philip Larkin, of course — they're by Paul Weller.

BLACK SABBATH ARE BACK — IN PRINT AND ON FILM | November 14, 2011 The literature on Black Sabbath — already extensive — will continue to grow, as we try, try, try again to wrap our poor noggins around the irreducibly cosmic fact of this band.